Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
I shake my head and feel the tears begin to build again. “No,” I whisper. “They don’t think he’s going to make it.”
He stays silent.
“I can’t help him, Brock.”
“I’m at the hotel.”
I frown. “What?”
“When I couldn’t get you on the phone, I was frantic, so I came to London.”
“You’re here.” I smile sadly, but somehow feeling full of hope at once.
“Yeah, baby, I should have come with you in the first place. I’m sorry I didn’t.”
The tears fall free. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the Intercontinental. Where are you staying?”
“I haven’t been back to my hotel since I got here.”
“Where have you been sleeping?” he asks.
“On the chair.”
“Babe.” He sighs.
“I’ll come soon, okay?”
“Okay, I love you.” He hangs up.
I walk back into the room. Simon’s mother is sitting on the chair, and his father is at his usual place by the window. “I’m going to go back to my hotel for the night. if that’s all right.”
“Of course, dear.” His mother smiles, standing to take me into her arms. “Thank you so much for coming over,” she whispers into my hair. “Having you here is going to give Simon the will to come back to us. He loves you so much, Tully.”
I smile.
She pulls back, and her eyes search mine. “He needs you, Tully, now more than ever.”
I nod. “I know.”
She leans in and kisses my cheek. I bend over Simon and push the hair back from his forehead. “I’m going home, Si. I’ll see you tomorrow?” I whisper as I gently kiss his forehead.
He’s so lifeless now. He needs me… and I’m leaving him to go see another man.
The horrible taste of guilt fills my mouth, but I desperately try to block it out.
I turn and walk out of the hospital room, and I don’t look back.
I can’t have my last image of Simon lying in that bed as I leave him for Brock again.
What’s happening to me? Who have I turned into?
Knock, knock.
The door opens in a rush and Brock’ss beautiful face comes into view. “Hey, Pock.” He smiles warmly and wraps me in his arms.
I cling to him, the lump in my throat hurting so much. He’s so big, so strong, and he feels so… healthy. He pulls back and looks down at me as he holds me by my arms. “My God, you look exhausted. How much weight have you lost?” he asks as he pulls me into the room.
I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. It feels like he can make everything better. As if knowing just how fragile I am, he stays still and lets me just be. He brushes the hair back from my forehead and looks down at me. “Are you okay?” he whispers.
I shake my head. “No.” I kiss him softly. “But I’m better now that you’re here.”
“I should have come in the beginning, babe. I’m sorry.” He leads me into the bathroom. “Shower and sleep for you. I’ll get some room service.”
“Any news on Meredith?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, her debit cards haven’t been used at all.”
My heart drops. “What does that mean?”
He takes my shirt off over my head. “I don’t know, babe.” He sighs sadly.
He slides my pants down my legs, and then my panties and bra, and I stand before him naked. He holds my face in his hands and kisses me softly.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper. “It’s been so long since I’ve been in your arms.”
“I’ve missed you, too,” he breathes against my lips, hesitating as he waits for an invitation.
“You getting in with me?” I ask.
He smiles softly and slides his shirt over his shoulders, and then he drops his jeans.
My eyes roam down over his beautiful body. Suntanned skin with a dusting of black body hair. Every muscle is on display, and his dick is dying for my attention. We kiss and, unable to help it, I slide my hand down and cup his balls, stroking his thick penis.
It feels like a lifetime since he’s touched me.
“Let me wash you,” he whispers as he pulls me under the hot water. A shower with Brock is the best kind of therapy. With the steam and his hands massaging the soap into me, I feel myself relax for the first time in a week.
I need to be close to him, closer than I am. I turn to him, take his hand, and place it between my legs. “I need you,” I whisper.
His eyes darken, and he kisses me, slowly circling his fingers through my wet flesh before he slides two of his fingers into my body.
The hot water and the feel of him… oh, how badly I’ve missed him. I feel like I’m going to come already. My body shudders and I lean forward. He picks me up and wraps my legs around his body, pinning me against the tiles as he slowly slides in.